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Many days
I do not read any newspaper
Even do not see television
At all
Many days have gone
After You
I do not read any poetry

How to feel that since this morning!
Repeatedly hear identifying tunes on the air

Your arrival in the sky,
The air reverberates
Looks like another day
In the Paradise,
In another song,
Which brings the soul
The Aroma

Everyone is coming out
From all sides
Young Old
Babies Boys
Women Men
Everyone
Everyone is clapping
Singing the song of the same tune
This song is not the song of Rain
Not even a lamentation

The Southern breeze whispering your words
Slowly Said,
The Little Tailor Bird
No, No,
Not such a summer afternoon
Not even a hurricane warning

Each of the human eye
Follow the Eastern Sky  
Tireless Eye
Watching the sun,
The Red Sun,
You went to bring dreams for us
From the Sun

Hundreds of thousands of people
In his next question
Hand with Flower
Shoulder to Shoulder
Today will be the day of strangers,
The poet will come
We are standing in the flowers
Fist full of dreams to take

Float in the sky with white clouds
My dreams are calling again
Today is not such an Autumn
But Still feel like an Autumn
Indeed,  
The poet will come,
A poem in the New

Where each word will be spoken dream
Love to be evacuated
Poems that will repay
The debt to my Ancestor
Take revenge on thee
For their injustice,
Torture
Poems that would bring the stars
For our next generation
A poem that would bring the red rose for my darling,
Would bring such a smile to my mother's face
As Moon that smile
And that is simply killed false dreams
Will we ever Released
Sing Freedom Songs

The Poet,
My beloved Poet
You will come,
Will surely come
And will recite your immortal poem
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

but
     I
      want
               to
                 sin
                     on
                         every
                                  inch
                                        of
                                           your
                                                 body.

You're set to burn I can't see you like this
You'll never learn until it's too late
The look in your eyes set my soul a blaze
Reminded me of the better days
I can't catch fire with you again
Because of you I'm burning from top to end

Everything happens for a reason
Rags to riches stuck in your head busy dreaming
Yeah I know you see them
Choices and actions form your future
All depends on how you perceive them
Money power and intelligence often missed
We get caught up in the dream we forget to create the scheme
Planning, it's harder than a tomorrow do you want to hangout
People are too busy with this "bangout"
They forget what their lives are even about

Tell me how you feel to you is this grass as green
as the life and actions of you go unseen?
Rags to riches far from fictitious
To the victor go the spoils who is more ambitious?

Rags to sheets, packing heat, wondering where you're gonna get the next eat
Cliche, or dangerously true? It's up to you
See it through and tell me what is there to do
Trapped in the hustle when you lose the grind
Instead of making you're doing time
Spare some change fill your cup
On the corner selling your sell like your don't give a...
Well if my words brought you there you're in the right place
Rags to riches ain't for all but don't we all just want a taste?

I've grown tired of love poems,
They are all dried up ink,
Forgotten valentines,
Stale ideas to think,
Upon receiving your letter,
I remembered the weather,
Care package bouquets,
and I hope you get betters,

I use to know this girl she was a trick
Illusion turn down my determination its a *****
For when I thought id kiss your lips
Now I'm the one that feels like ****